It feels like a cold punch to the gut, and he deserves it. Galen's gaze drops to the grass, and he starts chewing at his bottom lip like a scolded teenager, such a stark contrast to the terrifying fae Ned saw the other night. Why did he think this was a good idea? There's nothing he can say to change the fact that he invaded someone's mind, intentional or not; that much he already found out from his friends back home. Still, he has to make an effort.

"Ned, I'm so, so fucking sorry," he finally blurts, glancing up again, and in his eyes - normal, brown, not vivid and green and nightmarish - it's genuine. "It wasn't me, it was this -- mare thing. I passed out and I couldn't stop it. -- And I know that doesn't change shit, but I'm sorry."

Jesus, it really does feel like Jesse all over again.